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Saturday, April 27, 2019

Cigarette Memories


Hello my love
I'm in a bar
And the stale cigarette smoke
Reminds me of those Turkish cigarettes
We used to smoke
The first time we held hands
With the smoke in our lungs
It reminds me of the first time we made love
Magic was in the air that night
But that magic is not here
Where I am now
I ship out tomorrow
To fight a white man's war
I might not make it back
If I don't, take care of mother
Though I cannot remember the last time we spoke
Another lungful of smoke and I want you even more
My love, if I go
Keep me in your memory
Don't shed too many tears
And if I make it back
From this meaningless bloodshed
Let us do all that we planned to do
When we were dating in college
Let's go on those trips
And take photos of us
Teach me how to bake
You do it so well
The bar is closed now
The hour almost at hand
I am outside in the chilly winter
And my love
There is no more cigarette smoke

The Bilge Master

Friday, April 26, 2019

Nyctophile


I sleep when the rooster crows
And the sun comes up
When evening falls, I awaken
And eat some food
Some for the belly, some for thought
The night
Ah, the night!
There is no one to see me
As the city is asleep
That is when I feel alive
I set to work, creating
With my mighty pen I make worlds
With my loyal brush I paint imagination
On a cloth canvas
And just when the night is darkest
I retire to bed
As a new day dawns
And the city awakens
I am someone who has fallen
Through a crack
I find myself an alien
Amongst my own kind
They judge me
Vilify
Because I am not like them
I am the fool on the hill
And by being a fool
To the outside
Nobody knows who I am inside
I'm okay with that
For my individuality is my armor
Nobody can take it from me
So I make love to the night
And she loves me back too
Dare I ask for more?

The Bilge Master

Friday, April 19, 2019

Under the Red Jacket- A Guest Post by Udayan Das


Udayan Das is back on the blog with a character sketch of Dante from the Devil May Cry series. He touches on the games as well as the manga and anime in this article. Devil May Cry is a series very close to my heart and it is something both Udayan and I are very passionate about. I hope you will enjoy this writeup as much as Udayan enjoyed writing it for you to read.

The Bilge Master

Under the Red Jacket

Game. Literally, an activity engaged in for pleasure or fun. Specifically, one that involves some kind of challenge, which is either successfully overcome, or not, determining victory or defeat. In today’s world, video games are as valid a form of gaming activity as any other. With their immense popularity and the growing reach of technology, more and more people are entering the seemingly endless waters of video game world. 

Video games however, do not begin and end simply as “sporting” activities. The appeal of a game is not truly limited to the having a goal, and overcoming obstacles to achieve it within a given set of rules. In other words, it isn’t all about gameplay. Video games stand apart from other forms of playing in their unusual ability to do one other thing.

Telling stories.

With the improvement in computer hardware, specifically processing and graphical power, games are capable of visually depicting so much, often with incredible degrees of realism. They are also much larger than they were in the past, large enough to contain an entire, self-sufficient story, from premise, to journey, to denouement.

Of course, in the end, gameplay still forms the core of what makes a “game”. Hardcore players will often refuse to play a title unless it provides adequate difficulty, and some will only play specific multiplayer titles because the thrill for them lies in besting another human being.

In this exclusivist, meritocratic community of skill-based players, some games are held in higher regards than others. Tekken, Street Fighter and Counter Strike come to mind. Arenas where the best of the best pit their wits, reflexes, dexterity and frame knowledge of their chosen sport against their peers. But of course, multiplayer games aren’t the only ones held in high regard.

Certain single player games, by virtue of their combat systems, challenge, mechanical depth, and overall sheer fun factor, are considered legendary. And nowhere is this more true than the hack ‘n’ slash genre. Combining massive hordes of aggressive enemies that do insane amounts of damage, with a strong lead character that’s as powerful physically as they are charismatic, a good hack ‘n’ slash game is the ultimate combination of power fantasy and actual challenge.

Needless to say, when one is playing as a certain Umbra Witch or super-powered Ninja, one is far more concerned about pulling off sick combos than such trivial concerns as “lore” and “plot”.

Right?

Well, I wonder.

Today, I’m here to analyse a game series that’s been praised since its inception for the brilliance of its combat system. For the intensity, pace and fluidity of its action and fights. For its cool lead character and uniquely monstrous bosses.

I’m talking about the undisputed king of the hack ‘n’ slash genre. It’s name?

Devil May Cry.

But I’m not going to talk about how deep its combo system is. How nearly all moves can be seamlessly transitioned from one to the other. How they can be cancelled in air to relentlessly attack in a symphony of button presses that will push the limits of your dexterity. How it rewards creativity in combat, and wants you to not only defeat your enemies, but look badass while doing it. I’m not going to talk about the brilliant AI and arena design. I’m not even going to talk about how downright beautiful Devil May Cry 5 looks (seriously, it puts most Hollywood movies to shame with those graphics).

No, I’m not going to talk about the gameplay or graphics at all.

I’m going to talk about what is simultaneously DMC’s most celebrated, and under-appreciated aspect. The single biggest factor behind its success, and arguably one of the greatest achievements of the video game medium as a whole.

Dante.

Under-appreciated? Dante is one of the most recognizable characters in the history of video games. With his trademark red jacket, two-handed sword, twin handguns and silver hair, he boasts a look that’s instantly stylish and memorable. Combined with his skills and attitude, he is the definition of what the playable protagonist of a character action game should be.

How then, can such an influential character, who is so often imitated but never replicated, be under-appreciated?

Well, the reason is that his design is actually too strong, to the point where most of the attention is focused on his external aspects, and not enough to what lies inside.

Everyone knows what Dante is.

Almost no one knows who Dante is.

So who is he, really?

Dante is one of the twin sons born to a demon father, Sparda, and a human mother, Eva. Sparda was an extraordinarily powerful being who single-handedly fought the armies of the underworld and defeated their ruler Mundus, thus protecting the human world. Closing the portal between demon and human worlds came at a price. Most of Sparda’s own power was sealed off as well. A weakened Sparda then settled down in our plane of existence, and later fell in love with a woman named Eva.

The two lived together for a while, raising their sons.

This is where DMC’s brilliantly subtle writing hides its power.

Almost nothing is said about this short period of time. Eight years to be precise. 

What were those eight years like? What sort of a father was Sparda? Strict? Doting? Was he able to relate to his mortal children? What was Dante’s relationship like with him? Did Sparda ever personally train his sons? How did Eva handle being the link between three uniquely difficult people? What was it like for her to love a demon? Did she face discrimination and whispers? Was she treated as a heretic? What was it like for Dante, being the son of that demon? Did he have any human friends at all? Did he go to school?

We don’t know, and we likely never will.

Dante’s future is cruelly blighted when Sparda leaves the home.

This act wasn’t committed out of callousness: Sparda knew that the Demon Prince’s followers were still after him. So he left, intending to draw them away from his family, in order to keep them safe. Did Sparda survive? Is he alive now? Again, we do not know. At the very least, Dante has not seen him since, and it is always implied that he is dead.

This was the loss of a father figure in Dante’s life, a loss that would have a deep impact on anyone. But more on that later.

Shortly after Sparda leaves, the home is attacked by demons. Without him, there is no one to fight them off. Eva hides Dante in a closet to protect him, telling him to stay there. She also tells him that if she doesn’t return, he must run. Go far away, somewhere else, and start a new life, as someone else, with a new name. She then goes to look for her other son, Vergil, whose whereabouts are unknown at the moment.

Eva does not return. She is killed by demons. Vergil is still nowhere to be found.

Dante is now without a family.

This is the precise moment when the worth of those eight years, which are never described in the series, is made clear.

Those eight years constitute the only period in Dante’s life where he was truly, completely happy. In the times to come, this untainted memory remains pristine in Dante’s mind, heart and soul, the only places where he can keep it safe.

Realizing this simple fact reveals a depth to Dante’s character that is unnoticeable at first. Suddenly, the light-hearted attitude, all the constant quips and banter are revealed as a front. Dante’s devil-may-care way of life is a result of the fact that on a personal level, he simply is not considered about his own safety. Without a family, he has no one to live for. The only thing that keeps him going is a lifelong grudge against the demons that took them away from him.

In the anime, Dante is stoic and passive in his office, often subdued in his solitude. In contrast, he is active and lively in the games, since the vast part of the latter has him in actual combat situations. Dante comes alive when he is fighting demons because it is the only time he feels alive. All his rage is condensed into vengeance, manifesting in a brutal fighting style that is as effective as it is reckless and beautiful.

Coming back to the sequence of events, however, a young, homeless Dante must now travel, trying to run and hide from the demons who are still after him. All while seeking revenge.

It is worthwhile to note that Dante’s superhuman strength, speed, healing factor, reflexes, senses and supernatural powers are the result of Sparda’s blood flowing through him. The manga implies that these abilities took time to manifest properly, and revealed themselves as he matured. They also manifest in response to immediate need. In the manga, Dante’s speed increases manifold when he is fighting demons that push him further than he has ever needed to go before. Thus, it is reasonable to conclude that in addition to his nature, he needed the right stimulus to develop. From Dante’s movements (swordsmanship, hand-to-hand fighting, gunplay), it is clear that he possesses a very degree of skill in those areas. Since each successive game chronologically has him more powerful than the previous, it is likely his skills also develop with training and experience. His moves show good form, and several of them appear to be from actual martial arts. A fantastic example is what he does with various gauntlet/greave sets over the course of the series, showing a variety of techniques such as boxing jabs and uppercuts and kicks from tae kwon do and capoeira. This, of course, is mixed in with some good old fashioned brawling: double handed fists, ground slams, and more. In general, most of Dante’s fighting seems to be based on formal martial arts, but modified in keeping with his own experiences, and with his own personal flare added in.

This is interesting because my hypothesis is that Dante learnt to fight not by training under anyone, but by watching others fight, and using their moves in his own battles. His half demon body and demonic instincts would have helped him pick up the moves quicker and alter them to suit his own enhanced abilities.

Thus, the travelling Dante runs and hides, taking on foes when he feels he can win, and often even when he knows he will lose. Through a combination of skill and luck, he survives, and grows, getting stronger all the time.

A teenage Dante meets a woman named Nel Goldstein. At this time, Dante’s powers have surfaced to the point where regular guns cannot handle the stress he puts on them. He wrecks his weapons during every fight he gets into. Nel makes him a special pair of handguns, Ebony and Ivory, which are up to the task of handling his power, and they go on to become Dante’s signature prized ranged weapons. He is almost never seen without them in any game.

Nel Goldstein also dies shortly afterwards, and thus, Dante loses the second maternal figure in his life.

Dante is still in his teens at this point.

He has been killing demons in what seems like an endless war.

I often laugh when I see posts that call the original Dante edgy.

He was likely the most jaded teenager of all time. But there’s no time to feel sorry for oneself in a world where you either hunt or get hunted.

Converting his sorrow into rage, Dante continues on in his lone crusade. But he is cautious now. Behind his anger, the scars in his heart have hardened. He is afraid of getting close to someone, and losing them again. Thus, he armours himself in a shell of sarcasm and savage one-liners, a coat of self-deprecation and mocking jokes.


It is this weary late teenage Dante we meet in DMC 3, which is the earliest game in the series chronologically.

Of course, fate is not with the challenges she has in store for him.

His long lost brother, Vergil, is still alive, and has raised a tower in an attempt to open a gate to the demon world. His goal: to retrieve the blade in which Sparda sealed most of his power. To do so, he needs two things: his own half of the perfect amulet, and the one in Dante’s possession.

Dante has mixed feelings about his brother being alive.

They have not met in years, and their paths have made them vastly different, to the point where they are polar opposites.

If Dante is reckless, hot-blooded and devastating, preferring to overwhelm opponents with a barrage of sword swings and bullets, Vergil is calm, calculating and effective, choosing to methodically slice them to pieces with his signature katana.

They are the perfect foils for each other, and with their father’s power, and the fate of the human world at stake, they clash. Two different ways of life, two different souls at odds with each other, colliding.

This conflict is heartbreaking, since both those souls hold the same vision of perfect happiness.

Those eight flawless years they had as a family.

Gone, and never to return.

Those memories remain pristine in their hearts, but they have different ways of honouring it.

Vergil, consumed with regret at not being able to protect his mother, views his humanity as a weakness. He seeks his father’s power because he wants to become a full demon, thinking that eliminating his human emotion and replacing it with demonic power will finally allow him peace of mind.

Dante, on the other hand, has no clear goal other than vengeance. He hates his demon side, viewing demons as disgusting and hateful because they robbed him of his family. He also resents his father for leaving, going so far as to say at one point that “he has no father”.

During the events of the game, Dante meets a human woman, Mary.

Mary has family reasons of her own for being involved in the conflict. Her father, who also wishes to obtain Sparda’s power, had allied herself with Vergil. He had, in the past, killed his wife, Mary’s mother, in pursuit of demonic power, and Mart has come seeking the same thing as Dante: vengeance.

Through his meeting with her, Dante is forced to face all the things he had tried to close off his heart to.

In an amazing section of the game, you play as Dante as Mary, now christened Lady since she forsakes the name given by her father, fights Dante for the right to proceed further. Lacking the supernatural powers of her opponents, Mary must use an arsenal of weapons to keep up. But most importantly, she has cunning… and sheer, unyielding courage.

Dante is moved by her resolve, and for the first time, truly sees humanity as something other than a shackle.

Until now, having rejected his demon side, his humanity was simply the by-default remainder he was left with.

He now sees that there is worth in that humanity: courage, love and hope; the resolve to fight even when the odds are tough.

Dante embraces his humanity, and in doing so, finds a purpose that transcends vengeance.

Protecting humanity.

As he travels the tower, he faces opponent after opponent, many of whom had known Sparda. Having lost the first battle against Vergil, he was forced to draw on his demonic side’s power, achieving a full demon form for the first time. At this point, however, it is, to him, still a tool that he must use, and nothing more.

But his impression of his own father gradually changes from meeting the many demons who knew him.

Through their accounts, he can form a mental picture of the sort of person he must have been. A look at the Sparda he didn’t know.

And the moment he chooses to protect humanity, he realizes the significance of Sparda’s decision to do the same thing all those years ago.

He too had seen the worth of humanity.

This is when Dante inherits his father’s spirit. In finding, like him, something to fight and defend, he can relate to him. Being able to relate to the source of his demonic heritage means Dante can finally accept it.

Thus, when Dante and Vergil clash a final time, it is mature Dante who is unrecognizable from the tortured, angry teenager he was before. This is a Dante who has found a higher calling, has lived through trials and tribulations and developed a strong spirit. He has accepted his human emotions and his demonic power, and combined the strength of both.

He has already become the Legendary Dark Knight Dante.

Vergil, on the other hand, who started off more mature, has failed to grow.

In truth, his power was simply a way to protect himself. Desperately wanting family, and love, and having none of it, he compensates by desiring power, not allowing himself to acknowledge his true desire.

The heart-rending finale of the game has Vergil descend into the underworld. Having lost to Dante, he will not even allow himself to accept his failure. This is tragic when one realizes that this was a moment when Vergil could have simply gone back with Dante, and turned his life around.

Dante’s true goal, the perfect vision of happiness he has, is with Vergil, while Vergil’s own vision has Dante.

Years pass, and many things happen.


In the real world, fans of the series go through an eleven year wait for a game that seems it will never come.

But somehow, a miracle happens, and it does.


Devil May Cry 5 has an older Dante.

No matter the strength of his resolve, this Dante is simply tired of all the fighting.

His taunts are more subdued, his voice weary. Everything about his body language in the cutscenes shows that the years of taking on many burdens alone without having anyone he could truly relate to has taken its toll.

Here too, a miracle happens.

Somehow, Vergil has survived.

And the two have met again.

However, this time, Vergil has matured. Has learnt the value of his own humanity, and accepted his nature as both demon and human.

And there is now Nero to protect the human world.

At long last, Dante can pass on the burden to someone capable of carrying it.

And at long last, Vergil will allow himself to go after his true desire, and accept family and love, rather than thirst for power.

The game could very well have been called “Vergil’s Awakening”.

Both brothers have now ascended and inherited their father’s mantle and spirit, and are finally free to live together, in peace.

While still fighting all the time, of course.



Thursday, April 18, 2019

The Librarian's Friend


There was once a castle
Whose library people came to see
From far and wide
Near and afar
The librarian was a remarkable woman
Who had dared to dye her hair blue
And who dared to be different
The library was like her child and
She tended to the books like a mother
One day a man came
Seeking a book
He chose a cosy nook in which
He would sit and read
Slowly they came to realize that
They shared similar tastes on literature
And loved the same authors
And it was this that brought them closer
The feisty librarian and the wanderer
 A friendship was forged
Then one day, this man had to leave
And he cried as he said goodbye to his friend
She gave him a book
Which he reads whenever he misses her
Funny thing memory
Something insignificant to us
May mean the world to someone else
As for her, whenever she misses him
She sits in the nook
And reads

The Bilge Master

Tuesday, April 16, 2019

Happy Birthday Kestrel


It was the fag end of a long day and I was bored. I'd heard of this site called Omegle, where you could meet strangers and without revealing your own identity, have conversations with them. I logged on.

After a few uninteresting chats, I found someone who didn't ask the usual "ASL?". I thought I was onto something and started talking. An hour and a half passed and I realized I had found someone intelligent at last. Then we swapped email IDs. She was in the US and I was in exotic India.

Believe me when I say my friendship with Kestrel, or as I call her K, started out with us swapping emails. In this day and age, there we were writing letters  to each other. It seemed to me to be a story that RK Narayan would have liked to write and there I was living it!

At the time, she was on Twitter and I was on Facebook. So we couldn't connect over social media just then because I saw no reason to create a Twitter account. So for almost a year and a half, these letters continued. I learnt that she was doing business administration, she liked her mom a lot and they would have wine dates from time to time and that she was in a band called LAOD with her friend Jenny. Not all our emails were beds of roses-we also shared problems we were having with each other. Again, in the age when letters were archaic, we were just two kids swapping emails. 
We had each other and somehow that was enough.

LAOD went on to compose a single called Storm and when it came out she excitedly sent me a link to hear it and I really liked it.
Then, someone told me that I would get a wider audience if I joined Twitter and so I did, just to promote my blog. I told her in an email that I had joined and she immediately replied that she was "off to follow me". Our emails dried up but we kept in touch through Twitter. Then she joined Facebook and we connected over Messenger.

I have known Kestrel Van Der Mark for over three years. She is sassy, confident, has a good voice, loves to play guitar and if you check out photos you'll find she does a lot of impromptu yoga. She is kind, helpful and adorable. If you ever do meet her be sure to notice that her smile lights up a room.

Today is her birthday. This is our story.

Here's looking at you Kestrel!

The Bilge Master

Sunday, April 14, 2019

Song Interpretation- Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls


Loneliness. A phase we all pass through, sometimes multiple times in our lives. I am a lonely guy and when I am most lonely, I turn to music. Songs by Simon and Garfunkel are about loneliness. "I am leaving, I am leaving but the fighter still remains" as the last line of The Boxer goes. Simon and Garfunkel take me back to my schooldays. We had  a lot of fun, learnt some stuff, made friends but at the end of the day that loneliness remained.

This is a post about a song by the band The Goo Goo Dolls. It's called Iris and it's one of their best songs in my humble opinion. It is that humble opinion and insomnia that compels me to write a few lines about this song. It has been playing on loop on my phone for the past two days and I have never grown fed up of it. Why is that? It's because it's a fantastic song.

Let's analyse it.

"And I don't want the world to see me
'coz I don't think they'd understand"

These two lines of the chorus hit you gently, while an acoustic guitar strums in the background. There are many of us who feel we don't fit in, that we are doomed to survive in a world full of fake people. A world where finding something real is like finding oil in your backyard. The next two lines are even more symbolic of this

"When everything's meant to  be broken
I just want you to know who I am"

Here we see loneliness shining through like a beacon. The guy singing the song or rather the guy the song is about is disillusioned. He wants to find someone he can connect with so that he can lay down the burden he has been carrying for so long and just rest with that person at his side. He's an introvert. He cannot make friends easily and maybe at this point in time his friends have let him down. He wants to move on from this state to a happier, more secure one.

This is when the second verse hits you

"And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive"

Self harm. Our protagonist has had it with this world full of fake people. He has lost hope. He is in a dark place and he doesn't know how to come out or if at all he wants to come out. Perhaps the singer is subtly hinting that he is indulging in self harm-cutting himself so that the pain can take away the numbness in his heart.
The protagonist has found someone who he likes and she likes him too maybe. He wants to tell her his story. At this point in the song we have the chorus repeating thrice. The protagonist seems to be ushering in this person into his life and wants to tell the person the truth. He is fed to the back teeth with lies and false people. He feels he has found someone genuine. Let us now look at the first verse of the song, bearing in mind all that we know now

"And I'd give up forever to touch you
'coz I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't wanna go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
And sooner or later its over
I just don't wanna miss you tonight"

This verse is about the person he has met. He doesn't know the person well enough so he is holding back. At the same time, the person is a genuine soul, someone our protagonist never thought he would meet. When that person is not with him, he misses the person.

And finally the outro

"I just want you to know who I am"

This line sans the chorus repeated thrice. He wants to be accepted for what he is. He doesn't want any secrets to exist between this person and himself. He wants to shout out from the rooftops that his loneliness has finally gone away.

Although the general tone of this song is sad, it ends on a note of hope. It tells all of us lonely people not to give up, but to keep looking. Somewhere out there is someone with whom we can share our true identity. We will not be rejected by that person. That person will accept us, with all our flaws and scars plainly visible.
Iris  is more than an alternative rock song. It's like TS Eliot's poem The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock. The poem has a line in it that goes

"There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face for the faces that you meet"

These two lines are Iris in a nutshell. The song is summed up very aptly here. Iris is the love song of a lonely man, fed up with lies and fake promises who finds someone who accepts him for what he is. That is all. The song speaks to me on more than one level, because I have been fortunate enough to find real people amongst fake friends.

I would love to hear your interpretation of Iris. Until next time.

The Bilge Master

Friday, April 12, 2019

The Forgotten III


Going to the market is a big affair in our household. We don't dress up for it but we do arrive carrying our shopping bags which will then be filled with vegetables or fish or in some cases meat. Now, like every household, we have some rules when we go to the market.

The first rule of marketing is that we buy from one or maximum two vendors. These two vendors we choose have to meet certain criteria. Their product must be good and fresh and if by any chance we are cheated, we return the product in whatever state it is and permanently boycott said vendor. This has been going on since my grandma's times.

Vendors treat us with respect. At the local market, we buy veggies from two people, onions and potatoes from an old gentleman and fish from a bearded dude whose beard is so long it's as if his beard is growing another beard 9as the joke goes).I have often been asked to sit down and share a cup of tea with our vendors, or if they've done a puja then they make sure to save some prasad for me.
Like any relationship, this one too has been nurtured. When we first started buying we told them of our rule and one fishmonger gave us bad fish. We returned the same to him the next day in a semi cooked condition, stinking to high heaven and have boycotted him since.

In the era of Big Basket and other such online portals, finding a good vendor is a difficult task, because everyone has a smartphone now, but they don't get to experience the pleasure of going to a market, and buying fresh veggies or meats, which we can see in front of us and pick and choose from. Sometimes the vendor tells us he has nothing to offer us and we should try this other one who will not cheat us. In an age where everything is ones and zeroes, a little analog helps

How? It reminds you where your roots are. It reminds you of taking the car down to the market, parking it, getting down with an empty bag to fill and then filling it with stuff from one end of the market to another. Marketing is so much fun. You get to do so much. You meet new people, who then become familiar faces, then almost family.

Back in the era of landline phones and dial up internet, I remember this one time my dad took me with him to the market. It was an amazing experience for me. The vendors all patted my head, blessed me or gave me toffees. Some gave discounts on their product on seeing me. My father was offered tea. There were so many smells. The smell of fish, of blood, of fresh veggies like cabbage. My little eyes, with their plus powered lenses saw so much, a man's beard scared me a little and it was one of the most memorable days of my life, which I can still recall almost twenty years later.

Then I started going to the market on my own. I always got a discount from the vendors we were loyal to. Sometimes I'd chat with them as they weighed my goods. One of the vegetable sellers recently lost his mother. As is the custom in Hindu households, I bought some fruit and sweets and gave it to him with my sincere condolences. There were tears in his eyes and he said to me "God bless you, beta".

You see it's about the people around us whom we don't notice and yet who are very important to our lives. Were it not for a man getting up at 4 AM  and going to get produce, we wouldn't have food in our houses. Think about them a little. Remember, they have families too. Remember they are humans too. Don't just say that you want a kilo of this, pay and walk away. Interact.

There is much to be learnt from these people. Open your mind and let them in.

The Bilge Master

Thursday, April 11, 2019

Mind Games


My mind used to be fertile
Bubbling with ideas
Rather like a witch's cauldron
With my pen I would create
Sparks would fly, explosions would occur
And I would give birth to new worlds
Which would be like Paradise
Then one day I picked up my pen
And though the refill had miles of ink in it
And my notebook plenty of pages
No ideas were coming
They were all gone
Faded away into nothingness
As if swept away by a storm
Since that day forth, I cannot write
Ideas commit suicide rather than come into my mind
I do not know why I have been thus silenced
Or why there is a gag around my mind
But I sincerely hope that one day
My mind will become receptive again
And the silence will be broken

The Bilge Master

Monday, April 8, 2019

Longing of the Soul-A Guest Post

This post is written by Snigdha Gautam, a friend of mine from Delhi. She is new to the blog so welcome her with arms wide open people!

The Bilge Master


Don't we all long for something, everyday?
Today for a better tomorrow
Tomorrow for something we lost yesterday.
Longing like a thirst that cannot be quenched
And wants us to keep pushing ,keep living 
Longing for freedom from ourselves to be whoever we want to be 
Longing for an inspiring soul 
Longing for a broken heart
Longing for a soul that understands you
Doesn't fathom you or judge you but accepts you
Despite all your broken pieces
And mends them to a whole again and again


Friday, April 5, 2019

I Want to Be Magic


I want to be magic
And wipe away your tears
With a twirl of my wand
I want to be magic
And make you smile
Every time you are sad
I want to be magic
And build you bookshelves
For the books you haven't read yet
And the ones close to your heart
I want to be the guy
Who kisses you under a lamp post
At midnight
I want to be magic
That gives you hope in the darkest of times
I want to be magic
And make you believe in life again
So that Tinkerbell can be saved
If you clap your hands
I want to be magic
That loves you and keeps you safe
From the wicked world outside
Above all I want to be the magic
That made you fall for me
All those years ago
One more time

The Bilge Master

Wednesday, April 3, 2019

Allie


He doesn't remember the date she sent him a friend request but he remembers they were talking about notebooks and Coldplay on a thread. He liked the t-shirt she had on in her dp and so he accepted. It was a t-shirt showing a dabbing panda. He found it funny. She was  funny, he now thinks in retrospection.

She told him texts irritated her, but she always replied to his texts. She called him too, now and then. Slowly a friendship developed . But they hadn't met yet. She was in Delhi, he was in Kolkata. She loved Kolkata. She'd heard all the stories about the City of Joy from her grandmother. She pinged him once and told him she would come and it was his responsibility to show her the city and the street food. He readily agreed, and is now waiting for her to come.

She is short and sweet, cute and intelligent, thoughtful and kind. When he feels low, he sends her a text. He always gets a reply. In the day and age of broken marriages, breakups after the third date and other such crap, it's rare to find something concrete and worth holding on to. People are fake. They say something, mean something else and do something else. But not her.

One day, she'll come. Hopefully it's during the Pujas. That way he can show her the city in all its splendour. Maybe he'll give her a hug. He doesn't know.

And so he waits. And while he is waiting he writes about her.

The Bilge Master